We’ll be lacing the same shoes
That we’ve worn through
To the bottom of the line…
“We’ll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights, til our wide eyes burn blind. We’ll be lacing the same shoes that we’ve worn through to the bottom of the line. And we know that we’re headstrong, and our heart’s gone, and the timing’s never right. But for now let’s get away on a Roman holiday.”
It’s hard to love the devil, He’s a hater
A dirty hypocrite, manipulator
Made a mama lose her kids
Made her go away for seventeen years
Not allowed to shed a tear
Growing up with all your phobic fears…
“But people tell me I’m just like my Daddy…”
“Ok then, Mitch…”
My mother says it to me because she knows it hurts. 3 words. You wouldn’t think three words could hurt that much, especially when they seem so… ordinary. But she does it on purpose. Half the time she does it as a joke, when I’m being a smartass, because she knows it will make me laugh.
But the other times?
Look at me, really look at me
Heart of a champion, eyes that have seen
Murder on my street, death on my block
Cops that be more criminal than cop…
“I see one shot, two shot, three shot, four. Daddy, I can’t take no more…”
I warned you all on Facebook to start expecting a string of Empire songs from the back half of season 2 to riddle my upcoming blog posts. I ADORE a vast majority of the music (with the exception of anything Tianna [Serayah] did) from this part of the season, and so it’s definitely enough musical fuel to keep me going for a bit.
Continue reading “Confession .14. The Sun Will Always Shine”
I’ve been sleepless at night
Cause I don’t know how I feel
I’ve been waiting on you
Just to say something real
“Who says truth is beauty after all?”
Confession #13. And rather than being an ‘unlucky’ confession of sorts, I figured I’d be no less real than I’ve been with the rest of them. I’m not strong enough. I’m not.
Even in all this armor, I’m not strong enough.
Mmm, what’d You say?
Mm, that You only meant well? Well of course You did…
Mmm, what’d You say?
Mm, that it’s all for the best? Of course it is!
“Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth. Sick, sweet talk, newspaper word cut-outs. Speak no feeling, no I don’t believe you. You don’t care a bit. You don’t care a bit.”
I was OBSESSED with Imogen Heap in high school, and I’ve recently re-discovered how much I love her. So don’t mind my random-ass song today. -laughs-
Antisocial Darwinism 